And so it begins...

This evening at around midnight Pacific time, I will be getting in what I'm told will be a very long taxi line at the Las Vegas airport. From there, I will take what I'm told will be a twenty dollar cab ride to a hotel I'm told is awesome. Then to some places where I'm assuming there will be clothed or semi-clothed women. I will play blackjack. I will drink. I will, probably, ogle.

I will bet on the Mets and on UCLA at the Sportsbook. I will watch UCLA lose.

This is my first trip to Las Vegas. On Monday when I return to Boston I will either be tired, broke, or dead.